InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Awaiting the Warmth ❯ Chance at Sunshine ( Chapter 2 )

Angeltiger: Hey all, fairly quick update doncha think?

Inuyasha: Yeah, what's up with that?

Angeltiger: Dunno, I was just unoccupied. *looks serious* Ok, on to business. *beams* I'm so glad most of you loved the way I threw that curve of it actually being Kikyo and not Kagome. I must have written that entire thing 10 times before I came up with something that would have fit both ways perfectly. Hehe, I loved how it finally turned out.

Kagome: *mumbles something about stupid undead whores*

Angeltiger: Now then, shall we get back to the story?

~Disclaimer~

Angeltiger: It's not possible to own Inuyasha, though Lord knows I've tried. So, no, do not sue. I've had my fair share of dealings with those blood sucking lawyers.

Sabriel: *giggles* It was entertaining.

Angeltiger: Not really. Ooh ooh! Plus, I'm crippled! You would'nt sue a crippled person would you?! I've got a big boo-boo on my finger, as my sliding door decided it wanted Fillet-men-Angel for dinner. And let me tell ya, typing hurts like a mother. See what I go through for you guys?

Sabriel: *rolls eyes*

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"It's way to early for this."

"I have forgotten your human body cannot function properly in the mornings."

"Leave me alone."

"And you're grouchy."

"You're always grouchy."

"I am simply irritable."

"Shouldn't we be 'unraveling our life story'. Or...something like that?"

"Ah, yes. Where were we?"

"When that hussy took Inuyasha."

"Hm, still touchy about that are we?"

"Wanna make somethin of it?"

"Not particularly."

"The shut up and get unravelin'."

"But of course..."

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Everything had been strangely silent since Inuyasha left. Kagome had hardly said two words and hadn't eaten a bite, not even her favoirite oden. Shippo had been desperate to cheer her up, angry that the half-breed was the cause of his best friend's sadness. Sango and Miroku had tried to keep things normal as possible. Well, Miroku had, Sango just knocked the living crap out of him in retaliation. Thus, the two humans succeeded by their definition of the term 'normal'.

The past five days had been nothing more than a daze for the girl from the future. Wake up, walk for miles, go to sleep, repeat the next day. Thus was her life. Her mind was an empty slate, filled with nothing but blankness with occasional glimpses of a figure clothed in red, and a miko long dead.

To say that she had gone into depression would have been an understatement. Sango would often wake to hear the girl crying in the middle of the night, though she doubted she even knew that the tears fell from her eyes. For they dried long before morning in the warm summer air.

The girl had lost quite a few pounds in the past almost-week. Eating and drinking nothing sure wasn't healthy, and she lost her curves and glossy shine, only resulting in a frail shadow of her former self. Miroku would have gladly groped her to make her feel better, but he had tried that once. All he got for his efforts was a blank stare from Kagome, and thirty minutes of 'me' time face first in the ground, compliments to Sango's boomerang. He decided it wasn't worth it if he couldn't get a reaction from the younger of the girls, and vowed not to try it again until she was better.

Shippo himself had been extremely worried for his relative mother. He, too, heard her when she wept in her sleep, and dutifully wiped the tears from her cheeks. His best friend hadn't said anything to him since that bastard left, leaving her like this. And the fox couldn't wait to get his paws on him. Or at least his teeth, what he wouldn't give to sink them in the dog's obnoxious ears.

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"You're making me sound like such a wuss."

"That's how it happened, ne?"

"Well...not quite..."

"Indeed."

"Move over pretty-boy. I'm takin' over."

"Not a chance."

"Watch me."

"This Se-mmph"

"I said move it."

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A sharp crack was heard, jolting Shippo and Kagome from their mutual musings. A swirly eyed Miroku landed a few feet away from them, a red mark suspiciously close to a handprint marring his whistful face, and a rather large pulsing bump residing on his head.

Upon glancing up at a furious Sango, Kagome couldn't help but smile. It felt odd, this being the first sign of emotion she had shown in days. She brought her a hand to touch her lips, smiling more to see that she had not imagined the upturning of her lips. Sango smiled as well, glad to see her friend show a sign of life other than breathing and walking

With a small sigh and a quick shrug she stood, little Shippo clinging on to her shoulder. She brushed off imaginary lint from her shoulder, as if it were the only cause of her problems. Smiling a bit, she innocently tilted her head slightly to the side.

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"You? Innocent? Ha!"

"Shove it."

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"I think I'm going to take a walk."

Shippo gazed wide-eyed at his friend lips, both amazed and glad to finally hear something other than her snores escape them. He grinned one giant grin before flinging himself around her neck. "Kagome!"

"What Shippo?"

The newly awoken Miroku sat up and wiped the dirt from his chest, raising his gaze to meet Kagome's. A fiendish smile played at his lips, "You need some company?"

With a knowing smirk, Kagome shook her head, "Nah, I'll be fine on my own."

"You sure?"

Placing the fire haired fox gently to the ground, Kagome sent a half-hearted glare, barely surpressing a grin. "I'm positive." She turned on her heel, leaving the kit to stare after her in confusion. Sango crossed her arms over her chest, not knowing how to place her friend's mood swings.

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"Mood swings? I'd say you're bipolar."

"Am not! And do you even know what that means, Mr. Annoyance-gone-sadistic-killer?"

"Ouch."

"Grrr...would you just let me finish my story?"

"So it's yours now?"

"Gah! You're impossible!"

"Hn. Stand aside."

"Huh? Hey, wait!"

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The raven-haired woman finally came to a stop at the top of a small hill, raising her watery eyes to the dimming sky. The wind blew gently around her, as if to comfort the love-lorn girl in her time of need. All she wanted was to reflect, to take the time to understand where things went wrong. What had she done that was so wrong as to turn Inuyasha away from her? One minute he had been holding her, and the next...

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"But Inuyasha, I-"

"I know Kagome..."

The silver haired hanyou gripped the school girl in a tight embrace, not wanting to ever let her go. Though he knew full well that he would have to, and soon. She didn't need to know that though, not just yet...

"What are you doing?"

What was he doing? He was bidding her farewell, that much he knew. Though when he would actually leave her was still unknown even to him. He tightened his arms around her, not wanting to give up her scent for that of his dead love. Call him crazy, but the scent of lavender and cherries seemed more appealing to him than earth and bones. When had his life ever gotten so complicated?

"I just...I just want to hold you...please..."

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A choked sob escaped her lips, and she fell to her knees, hardly registering their coolness in the heat of the evening. That had been the first time she had ever heard him beg her for something, and it had been something she was more than willing to give. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the tears to stop falling. Though she knew they wouldn't, once she got started, it seemed as if they would never stop.

She prayed that her mind would let her off easy tonight, to leave her already troubled thoughts in peace without dangling the chance at love in front of her face teasingly, only to jerk it away the an instant she blinked. How wrong that night had been to her. How cruel that boy had been to drop her like a plague and run off with the girl that had only tried to kill her more times than she could hope to remember.

She slid to her side and settled her legs to her left, giving her scratched knees some much needed rest. Sighing, she rubbed them absently, her thoughts pulling her elsewhere to places far away from her abused body.

Why had he gone to her after that woman held her arrow, poised and ready to fly, right at her very own chest? Why had he dropped her to the ground, called the dead woman off, then glanced down at the ruffled girl like she was a complete stranger. Those few moments before he walked off, those moments he held her gaze...those were the last she had of him before he walked out of her life. Trampling his bare feet on her already battered soul.

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"Your parts are so boring."

"I beg to differ, I simply add greater feeling to a tale."

"But you're putting me to sleep. Who would want to read this?"

"The purpose for this is not for someone's entertainment."

"Than why are we doing it?!"

"It is required."

"Gah!"

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Kagome watched as the leaves blew around her, realizing it would only be a month or so before they would change color. Soon they would die, signaling the arrival of winter, her most hated season of the year. There would be nothing to do in the winter, but sit and think. And thinking didn't bode to well with her at the moment.

A single red rose stood amongst the sea of white roses and green grass in the villa before her. And even in the dim light of the setting sun, the contrast was greatly distinguishable. Such a small dot, yet it stuck out like a sore thumb. In an instant, she realized that this was, in a way, her life. So much of her green and Kikyo's white, but only one Inuyasha, one that could not possibly be shared between the two.

A tear streamed down her cheek as she watched the three different forms of life sway in the breeze before her. She knew all too well what would happen: Summer would fade, and winter would arrive. The red and white roses would disappear together, leaving only the green grass to wonder what had become of them as it stayed, left behind, as it always was, time after time...

She knew then Mother nature was telling her something, something she feared to ignore. She was telling the child all would be well. For when spring came from around the bend, the grass would come up from it's dormancy to live a new life. It only needed the help of the heat, the warmth of its sun to help it find it's way. She, too, knew of this to be her destiny. She would only need to await a strong gust of heat for her to shake off her own frozen past, one she knew she couldn't help but be stuck in for a time more.

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"Ok, I've had enough."

"You don't like?"

"Not really, we need action!"

"But there is no action. Not yet anyway."

"That doesn't mean we can't liven things up a bit."

"You think you can do better?"

"Damn straight."

"Then be my guest."

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A chubby hand yanked at the rose Kagome had been concentrating on for who knew how long. The hand brought the symbolic flower to an equally chubby face, smiling as it sniffed what could only be assumed as a sweet smell.

"Jaken! Jaken! Look what I found!"

Kagome's eyes lost their glazed look in favor of confusion. Jaken? Where had she heard that name from?

"Why would I care about a field of useless flowers?" A toad squawked, coming up and behind the child and playfully bashing her on the head with his oak staff. "Or anyone for that matter?" It was clear to Kagome that, though it sounded annoyed, the toad actually enjoyed the girl's company.

The child's giggles shattered her focus on their relationship, realization dawning in her eyes. This was none other than Rin and Jaken, Sesshomaru's charges. Then...what were they doing here?

"Isn't it pretty, Jaken?" Rin held out the rose to the Lord's servant, all the while grinning like there was no tomorrow. She let out another giggle before slipping the stem underneath the toad's small hat.

"Oww! Darn it, Rin!" said Jaken cried, digging the painful still-thorned rose out from under his precios cap. "These things hurt you know!"

The girl brought her hands to cover her smiling lips, eyes lowering in an attempt to hide her glee. "I thought a tough, brave demon like Jaken could handle a but a simple flower."

Puffing his chest in pride at the compliment, he grinned and swung his staff around in circles. "Darn right, Rin. I just wanted you to see you're mistake. If you'd have done it to any weak human, they probably would have died." Lowering his voice and ego a few notches, he looked around the immediate area suspiciously, as if searching for eavesdroppers, but his inexperienced eyes found none. "Then again, not all can be as strong and tough as this Jaken."

The dam of hands was broken as a flood of laughter rang out through the fields. Kagome herself couldn't help but smile at their antics. It was refreshing to see them down there, as it eased her mind from anything more painful than the thorns of the red rose, now forgotten at the toads feet.

"Jakken? Where did Lord Sesshomaru go?" the child questioned suddenly, sitting with her legs to the side much in the fashion Kagome herself was found in. Yes, where was Sesshomaru?

"The Lord had things to take care of. More than likely involving that brother of his." The toad lowered his head, shaking it somberly. "I would not know. Lord Sesshomaru never tells this lowly Jaken anything."

Kagome listened attentively, flinching a bit when she heard of Sesshomaru's intentions. What would he say? What would he do if he found his brother was in the one place that one could not go to? And he took the sword too... She smiled bitterly. He would probably kill them all, just for being associated with him. And without Inuyasha to protect them, they stood no chance. Pity how fate decided to play itself out this day.

Silently she stood, careful not to alert the two below of her presence. Wiping off her green skirt of her school uniform, of which she had no idea why she wore to the Feudal Era, she tapped her feet on the ground, ridding her shoes of as much dirt as she could. Without another look back, she turned towards the path she had taken about an hour or so ago. Intent on finding Miroku and Sango, warning them of the present situation; and getting the heck out of there.

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"That was not much more different than mine."

"Yeah, except for the fact that I added actual interaction between people."

"I had interaction."

"That doesn't count."

"Oh?"

"So what's next?"

"Lunch."

"Huh? We're not going on?"

"Not at the moment."

"Whatever, just make me something cheesy."

"Excuse me? I believe you are the woman."

"Don't make me angry, I have a craving for cheese! Now give me the cheesy! Now!"

"Fine."

"Hell yeah. Oh, and I want watermelon too!"

"Watermelon?"

"I dunno, it just sounds good."

"Stupid inferior humans..."

"What did you say!?"

"Absolutly nothing."

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Angeltiger: Whoop! Chapter 2, go me!

Inuyasha: Modest, aren't we?

Angeltiger: Eat me. *turns to audience* Good, bad, horrible? Gimmie feedback! And Pixie Stix, I'm craving the Pixies dammit!

Sabriel: *swirly eyes* Mmmm...Piiixiee Stiiiiix....

Angeltiger: Back off runt!

Sabriel: *pouts* Whatever...

Kagome: *rolls eyes* Anyways. If you can't tell, there are two somewhat different styles of writing going on here. The male's and the female's. You'll find out who they are later, if you already haven't. But anywho, still, it adds a bit of creativity doncha think?

Angeltiger: *still looking at Sabriel* Yeah, that's what I thought!

Sango: Oh, and the flowers were each given thier respective colors. Red for Inuyasha for obvious reasons. White was given to Kikyo for her haori top. And green for Kagome to signify her school uniform. It was pure luck that they all fit together so well.

Angeltiger: *snaps head up* Luck? There is no luck! It is pure skill!

Inuyasha: Riiight...